Young Adult Sci Fi Novels Novels & Stories

Diana said, "Absolutely right it is. It's like a shady young adult novel. I'm amazed the scientist doesn't have an unkempt, raggedy mustache to twist with his fingertips while he mocks us." Peter, Ricky, and I all burst out laughing. I've read a large number of young adult fiction over the seasons, and it does seem like a comparable example at the moment. A bunch of young people joined together to withstand the zombie outbreak as well as the collapse of civilization, despite the fact that most of us were exactly the sort of individuals who would be the ones to die first if it occurred in real life. Furthermore, there seems to be no lack of relationships that were comparatively easier off not

“You’re a bad boy.” “I’m just asking.” “It’shaaaard,” I say in a breathy voice, and he laughs. “I’m hoping Neuromancer will turn up before Christmas so I can get stuck in,” he adds. “I’m thinking maybe we should come up with a list that I can work through. What would be on your list of top twenty sci-fi novels?” I stretch out my legs in the warm evening sun, and smile as I begin the discussion of our favorite books.

SOPHIA'S POV The old mansion loomed at the end of the overgrown driveway like something out of a nightmare. Being fresh out of high school, this stupid dare had sounded fun especially after we had been sitting around Nicole’s basement drinking cheap vodka. Now, walking up the bushy path with only our phone flashlights lighting up the way, it felt like a horrible one. “Guys, seriously… this place looks condemned. Can we please go get tacos instead?” I called out, wrapping my hands around myself.

"Come on, I wanna know more about what goes on in that brilliant brain of yours." She wasn't only buttering me up but also flashing me her hopeful smile. And though giving in meant going through a self-inflicted cringe-fest, I couldn't say no. Doing so would've been like kicking a puppy. Her blue eyes were too bright, I didn't want to extinguish their sparkle. Groaning in defeat, I retrieved an external hard drive from my room. One that held my amateur films from my student days. A lot of my work had sci-fi elements, which was the genre I'd always been most interested in. Like a full-length movie set either far, far in the future or deep, deep in outer space..? Producing something like that

Instead, she spotted a battered cardboard box, which she pulled out by one of its flaps. The box was filled with books similar to the one she found on the floor—tattered and yellowing, adorned with somewhat cheesy cover art. Except for a few classics by authors like Verne and Wells, most of them fell into the sci-fi genre. Cole admitted to losing interest in this type of literature after a few pages of convoluted descriptions. However, she recognized some of the titles because she had been repeatedly told that she should read them: Asimov, Russ, Vonarburg, Bradbury, Heinlein, Bujold, Engh, Le Guin.

With some edits and a bit of feedback, he could imagine it sitting in the same bookstores as his own, though on a very different shelf. It was set in the far future, the old-school Science Fiction future of easy space travel and brave, square jawed explorers. The main character was a young woman who after the tragic death of her friends, decided to travel the universe, righting wrongs and battling evil aliens who forced their way into victims’ minds, making them see things that weren't there and do things that were out of character. Though the girl faced many hardships and was in more trouble than she was out of it, she always seemed to come out on top, usually with the help of a fellow adve